(Wendy Cabell, August 22, 2021, feast day of the Queenship of Mary (yesterday Our Lady of Knock, and tomorrow the Leavetaking of the Assumption/Dormition), and of the above Georgia Icon of the Mother of God. Image from here.)
My Good Day
(after Stanley Moss)
My good Day stays close to his Mother.
I pick him up, hold him in my arms.
Point to bird song out the window. Sing
our own. Pour some tea, stir the porridge.
My good Day sways close to his Mother,
Iooks up--I hold him in my arms.
He’s heavier now, sun ups its shine. Eyes
rest on the to-do list. How slowly a
checkmark forms. Day gets fussy.
Needs a nap.
My good Day lays close to his Mother.
I nestle in, hold him in my arms.
But he wants to play now. Keep the
pencils and papers handy. Will it be
chocolate or a novel for candy? Both
of course. As Day readies for Night, his
real true love. We await her
ushering
song
*From prompt: Freewrite as inspired after hearing Stanley Moss' A Poem Called Day. From Lisa Freedman's BreatheReadWrite, August 16, 2021.